Wrong, I was so wrong
yet how could I suppose to know...

Sinking in this self made mire
of vaporous dreams...

Take the knife and cut away the bindings
tightened over years of misuse and oppression...

The world turns
and in the blinking of an eye...

The trees dance
as the north wind breathes...

Come and walk within my walls
and listen whilst I whisper...

Bristles caress canvas,
unloading their vibrant content...

Looking into the sunset
I watch the shadow of my heart...

Failing heart
beats slow and...

Sunlight streams through fresh washed glass
and dries the tears of rains gone by...

The journey continues,
although not for me...

Beware the pale faced smiley man
With cherry nose and outsize shoes...